Celebrating Life

"You cannot find peace by avoiding life".
Virginia Woolf

The world is going insane. Every time I turn on my PC, the TV or my phone, I find out how mean people can be. We fight for nothingness, with each other. When we are all equal. We complicate our lives, not daring to face the problems of life, not daring to fully live it. What is life? Why are we alive, what is the meaning of all our days, why some people teach us to LIVE (not to survive), and they are the ones that are incapable or living and surviving? Why LIFE?

“Let us again pretend that life is a solid substance, shaped like a globe, which we turn about in our fingers. Let us pretend that we can make out a plain and logical story, so that when one matter is dispatched – love for instance – we go on, in an orderly manner, to the next.”  (V. Woolf)

 But life is rarely a logical story. We fight with each other. We love with all our hearts, we give the best of us, and still, we feel alone, in our journeys. For me, life is a story. A complete story, full of reality and fantasy, of words and worlds that are melting together, colliding and forming new forms, new rainbows, new days. Life is a teacher, that shows us we are all human beings, that if we are lacking values, if we sink in superficiality, if we think only of ourselves and our fucking happiness, we’re nobody. Life means “sacrality” for me. Life means Friendship (the most holly/sacred thing in my Life). Life equals Death. 

Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more. (V.W)

Death is the frontier that every one shall pass, the one that makes a difference for all. You have no chance when the wave is bigger than you, when you fall into the depth of the biggest sea, when you are swollen by your own nightmares/waves/fears/loneliness&pain. Death “lives” among us, day by day, second by second. It has a lot of thinks to whisper, to teach us, to make us think.

That we can see and understand everything just as well alive as dead, only when we're alive we don't have the time, or the peace of mind, or the inclination to see and understand what we could. We're too busy rushing to our graves. (Cristina Garcia - Dreaming in Cuba)

We often forget to celebrate the dear ones, to offer them  THE moments of joy, of life that they deserve. That's why I never forget a birthday and offer all my soul to the loving ones, on their HAPPY days. Because no one shouldn't feel sad/miserable/lonely on their birthdays. We often forget to enjoy Life, each day, with its good and bad. We often ask ourselves if Life is still worth living. We often forget to celebrate birthdays. When we remember of them, sometimes it is too late, because instead of celebrating LIFE, we have to celebrate Death.... human is too fragile to last forever, and while birthdays are only ephemeral days, death is forever. Ibsen was saying in one of his plays,

WHEN WE DEAD AWAKEN,  WE FIND OUT WE HAVE NEVER LIVED.

I think that all of us had their days of dying inside, of ignoring joy, happiness, of needing a shoulder to cry … Life can be a bitch sometimes, we can be bitches sometimes with the rest of the world, with our dearest friends, with ourselves. We all search for love. We are all sinners. We all need someone to run to, someone to catch us, we all need to offer forgiveness and to receive forgiveness.

Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends. (Virginia Woolf)

For all the ones that taught us a thing or two, for all the ones that kept us alive, let's learn to accept the others, to hear them, let's accept that we are all human beings, needing other human beings: the cold and the warmth, the mean and the good, the saint and the whore. Let's open a book and REALLY hear it, le't really see its world, let's really listen to the sounds of words, of broken souls, because

Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works. (V.Woolf)

I have always started with writers. Because they offer all their lives to us and sometimes, their world was the only one that I got near me, because in their world, I saw the definition of human being, because in their world of words and coldness, of inhumanity, I was never disappointed or hurted ...

From the beginning, to the end, from the first page that we read, from the first hug that our heart is offering, from the ache of our deepest wounds, to the waves that we can’t control, to all the things that we dared to forget, to all the tears of our soul ... let’s really start to celebrate life!